Face the crowd. When were you-
nascent now?
Snakes abound.
And snitches in the lakes be found.
Hand me my crown.
That's what I'd say if I be boasting.
Also if I were roasting, or rap battle toasting.
Better than most things.
I'm a veteran pulling strings.
I can't sing, but whack rap's the last thing I'd rather bring.
I can put you onto finer things.
Wine and dine women, expensive rings.
Divine limits if you're not an apprehensive being.
I'm sorry that you HAD to see this.
Not my fault I'm a rap genius who has magazines that clap the meanest.
Like I've won the Preakness.
You should be one to seek this
knowledge that you hope I'm keeping.
Getting late my soul is fleeting.
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